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You're my Vanilla	By : LaBelleMorte Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Crossovers Views: 1281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or represent any of these celebrities. I make no profit from this, nor do I claim anything herein as the truth. It is purely fictional.

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Ruki sat alone in his room staring at the television. Domoto Kyotio was on, just hearing the subtle tones of her voice made his cock twitch. It was something that he couldn’t quite not do. She turned him on, it also managed to sicken him in many ways. The Gazette was to start their new tour soon, he knew that Uruha would rub it in everyone’s face every chance he got. He knew Uruha was like that, he liked to remind people that he had things they didn’t. Usually he liked pointing out that he was almost a foot taller than he was but Ruki knew that with both him and Reita having crushes on Sakura meant that he would never hear the end of it.
He was absently mindedly rubbing his stiff member through his jeans by the time they started picking on her and Gackt. The way she moved was sexual to him, every single little twitch of her hand or even the way she gently rolled her head to the side. It made him jump in his skin. He was almost biting through his bottom lip when she started singing Vanilla. He looked down at the obvious erection in his jeans and closed the door to his room. Slowly but surely he unzipped his pants freeing his throbbing hard cock.
At the same time Gackt and Sakura were finally through the door of Gackts house. He waved the body guards away and slammed the door. He walked down the stairs first hitting the switch that turned on the dim red lights. They both took off their sunglasses and set them neatly on the table in the kitchen and looked at each other for a moment.
“So you like it rough now?” he said as he took a step towards her with a faint smile on his lips. She just looked to the side. “I only assume you do because who you did,” He grabbed the lapels of her jacket and ripped it open easily. The buttons cascaded to the cool marble floor. The simple show of force made her quiver visibly for a moment; it only lasted for a moment. After the moment was over she turned away from him and shook her head.
“You don’t like rough,” she said softly crossing her arms. Gackt stood behind her and yanked the jacket down trapping her arms more effectively than any rope could. This made her pulse jump, and then her breath caught as she heard the familiar sound of a butterfly knife opening. She swallowed hard as she felt the cold press of metal to her neck.
“Don’t tell me what I like,” he whispered into her ear softly as he played the knife over her skin making her tremble in his arms. This brought him more pleasure than anything had in a while. It made him feel young and exceptionally powerful to have someone as beautiful as she was completely helpless. He wrapped his hand in her mass of black hair and yanked her head back with it. She was still shaking as he pressed his body firmly against hers. “It’s true that it has been a while,” he said as he ran the knife over the front of her blouse, “but you of all people should know that just because I don’t partake of things all the time doesn’t mean I don’t like it,” he rested the blade on the top button of her white shirt, between the two halves. Resting the blade on the ever so delicate threads that held the fabric together, hiding her torso from view, he licked his lips. The very thought of what was to come made his throat dry. It had been quite some time since he had done something like this. Years, and still it excited him, even now he could feel himself straining against the expensive silk of his pants.
Slowly he applied delicate pressure to the blade; the first button simply fell to the floor. In the silence of it all, it could actually be heard as it hit the floor. It was quickly followed by the others and soon her shirt hung open, exposing her large firm breasts still encased in their black lace bra, and her flat stomach with the small round bright white birthmark on her left hip. He wound his hand tighter in her hair which caused her to make a small noise of protest which only made him laugh against her neck.
His eyes went to her pulse; it had been a while since he had let himself indulge this much with anyone. The feeling of his hot breath on her neck made her struggle and make small noises, which excited him all the farther. He glimpsed the bruise on her neck from the other day, the bruise Ruki had given her. Seeing the bruise enraged him. He sank his teeth into her neck causing her to scream. He bit her until he could taste the sweet metallic taste of her blood in his mouth. He pushed her away from him after that, she fell to the ground hitting her arm hard.
It was then that he took off his jacket and shirt. He pulled the belt out of his pants and looked at her, she looked completely terrified like a deer caught in the headlights. The sight of her struggling made his cock throb all the more. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over to the near by couch. He sat down and leaned back. He took a moment to take in the truly beautiful sight of her heaving chest and those eyes of hers that seemed oh so black under the dim lighting. Looking at her now he could tell she was part Japanese. Any other time she just looked like an exotic westerner, on her knees as she was, as disheveled as she was she looked perfect to him. Part of that unnerved him; he pulled her over his lap so she was over him in such a way that he could grind his hips against her hips although it was slightly awkward. With this hand wound in her hair and his belt in the other he slowly indulged himself in the friction of his pants and the slight weight of her body. Only for a minute though, because after the minute was over the old guilt set in as it always did. He closed his eyes for a second and rested the belt against her ass. Smiling to himself he released her hair which sent her off balance. She would have fallen if not for his soft touch on her shoulder. He slowly peeled the jacket and shirt away, freeing her.
“Hands on the floor,” he spoke slowly, as he ran his fingers down her back she shivered and did as she was told, “Don’t move them,” he continued before he brought the expensive black leather belt on the small mound of flesh that was her ass. She let out a yelp, he smiled, he wasn’t even hitting her as hard as he would have liked. He hit her a few more times with a grin before he reached around to the side of her and undid the zipper to her pants. After a moment of trying to slide them down he got impatient and ripped them off. The fabric tore down the side; the zipper caught on her skin a little and gave her a shallow cut. He tossed the ruined fabric behind the couch and looked down at her small body. She seemed so tiny in his lap. Her bone structure was positively feminine, that was what drew him to her, the simple fact that she was so delicate. She didn’t starve herself to be tiny she simply was, it was in her genes. Part of it was actually the fact that he knew he could break that delicateness, he had a destructive streak in him that made things of that nature oh so appealing. He continued to hit her with the belt again and again until her ass was dimly red and warm from the violent attention. He placed his hand on in and felt the warms with a smile to his lips.
Ruki’s hand was moving furiously up and down his shaft. His head thrown back in ecstasy as he tried his hardest to stay quiet as he sated his desire. He liked to draw it out, it make it last longer than it should. He liked to have more time to imagine her, and how he would make her submit to him. Before it was simply a faceless female, though now it was Sakura. Her beautiful slim curves, her long black hair those full lips, and her deliciously soft skin. He even had the perfect image of her in his mind. Her bound on her knees with her wrists and ankles tied together behind her back, causing her shoulders to be forced back and her large breasts to stick out in front of her uncomfortably. He would simply leave her like that and pace around her, watching her struggle and moan. She would enjoy it too, her cunt would be positively dripping as he ran the riding crop over her body.
However that was as far as he ever got, that perfect image made him cum every time. Making his body spasm as he squeezed his cock, letting the cum flow freely onto the television. After a moment he started laughing as he got up to wipe the cum off of the television with a tissue, off of Gackt’s face.
“Ha, that’s what you get mother fucker,” he whispered with a laugh before he grabbed a towel that he kept pressed between the bed and the wall and cleaned himself off. He had to take off the shirt and pants because they were both dirty now. He threw his clothes in the hamper and looked around his room. Looking down at his hand he saw that he had missed some of the sticky white liquid, he licked it off of his hand. Sometimes he enjoyed the taste of his cum, it was something he didn’t do all the time but when he did it he enjoyed it was sweet and salty though slimy, he hated the texture it got after it cooled. It vaguely reminded him of a skinned strawberry.
Gackt used one hand to undo his pants as he felt her ass and dipped his hand lower to feel the soft warm velvety wetness between her thighs. He quickly slid his pants low enough to expose his hard throbbing eight inches. She knew what he wanted long before he said a word. He released her and she climbed up his body and straddled his lip positioning the head of his cock against her slick wet orifice. His hands found their way to her hips and pushed her down forcing her to take all of his length abruptly. She gasped involuntarily from the force of it. He didn’t last long with her riding him, her sheer tightness always saw to that. She was the only woman he could never go hours with, her cunt was simply too amazing.
He pushed her off of him which made her fall back on to the floor. He grabbed her by the hair and jerked off onto her face, coving it with his white hot sticky ropes of cum. When he was finished he stood for a moment with shaky knees simply admiring his work. Obligation set in after a moment and he released her and quickly fetched a towel from the bathroom so she could clean up.
She took the towel and wiped off her face a few times before she even attempted to open her eyes and look at him. He was smiling down at her, and after a moment he sat on the floor next to her noting the tears in the corners of her eyes. He kissed her noting the faint salty taste of his spent seed and smiled.
“See I’m not just vanilla,” he spoke with a small laugh as he nuzzled against her cheek. She set the gooey towel down next to her and collapsed against him letting him take the full weight of her body, which wasn’t much.
“I know that now,” she spoke softly as she kissed his cheek.
“So, no more going else where?”
“Nope, from now on if I want rough I’ll just ask,”
“Good,” he said as he nuzzled against her hair. They enjoyed the after glow on the floor in the living room for a brief time before they decided to make their way back to the bedroom.
The next day bright and early found Sakura back at her apartment. She threw open the door to be greeted by a sight that she had always expected but never thought she would actually get to see. Reita and Uruha, frantically fucking against the couch sweaty and glistening. It took a whole minute for her to remember to close the door. That was the sound that made them realize that they were no longer alone. The faint click of the door. Reita quickly pulled out and covered his nakedness with a pillow. Uruha on the other hand stood and walked over to the table to fish his cigarettes and lighter out of his shirt pocket.
“Good morning boys,” she said with a laugh as she slowly walked towards her bedroom with a twisted little grin. Uruha was laughing as well.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Reita said as he stood and walked over to her. She smiled and glaced at Uruha.
“No? Hey, Uru, was he pounding your ass?” she said with a grin and a little giggle.
“Yeah,” Uruha said with a little grin of his own as he lit a cigarette.
“See Reita it was exactly what it looked like, you don’t have to pretend for me,” she spoke with a grin. That was when he did something completely un-Reita like. He closed the distance between them and kissed her full and hard on the mouth. He could taste him, the sweet vague salty taste just under the banal taste of her saliva. Still he didn’t stop he would take Sakura any way he could have her. She of course was the one who ended the kiss. She took a step back into her room “Reita that’s not being fair to Uru-chan, save your kisses for him,”
“Or at least let me join,” Uruha called from across the room with a laugh as he sat down and turned on the television he had resigned to the fact that he wasn’t going to get to finish.
“Saku,” he spoke softly as he caressed her cheek like he had waited so long to do. He leaned in to kiss her again and she took another step back.
“We’ll talk when Uruha leaves, Akira,” her tone was harsh as she slammed her bedroom door leaving Reita on the other side leaning against the door naked with the pillow still in one hand.
“You shouldn’t have kissed her,” this from Uruha as he stood and picked his pants up from the ground.
“Ruki would have,” Reita spoke softly as he stepped from the door and walked towards Uruha who was nodding.
“Ruki would have slammed her into the door and kept kissing her until she gave in, then he would have probably ripped her clothes off and had his way with her right in front of me, if… if his moral obligations to you didn’t get in the way,”
“What?”
“Oh, a few days ago when Ruki was over here… they almost fucked, but they didn’t because all Ruki could think about was pissing you off,” Uruha spoke as he pulled his stylish embroidered jeans on and buttoned them up “You two have some problem with that, I however don’t have that problem, which is probably why I fucked her with out much to do,”
“Really?”
“Really, we felt each other up she pulled out a condom I slammed her against the wall she moaned and I slid it in,. pretty standard, though she does have the most delightful little cunt ever,” he giggled as he buttoned up his shirt. “A girl like her could make me give up fucking you… but she has Gackt, so it was probably a one time thing.”
“Fucking Gackt,” Reita spoke as he shook his head.
“That was what she was probably doing this morning judging by the pure level of happiness she was exuding… I would brush my teeth if I were you,” Uruha laughed.
“Ha-ha! I don’t really care, I’ll take her anyway I can get her and if I have to share her with fucking Gackuto and Ruki then well so fucking be it,” Reita snapped before storming off to his room and slamming the door behind him, leaving Uruha to get dressed all by his lonesome. Shortly after Reita stormed off music started to pour out of Sakura’s room. Uruha went to investigate, he knocked on the door softly.
“Go away Reita,” she spoke in an annoyed tone,
“It’s not Reita,” Uruha said softly, within seconds Saku opened the door. She smiled at him.
“I take it you’re still horny?” she grinned , he nodded.
“What made you guess?” he spoke as he leaned in a bit, he was still shirtless and Saku looked him over for a minute, just contemplating the idea.
“The fact that you’re half naked and trying to press yourself into my room,” she grinned. He shook his head “I would love to… but Uruchan… Reita is there,” she pointed to the wall that separated their two rooms “If I put my hand against the wall I can feel him banging his head against it so no, not today!” she sighed and shook her head. Uruha hung his head and frowned.
“So… it was just a one time thing, huh?” his deep voice sounded so disappointed that she couldn’t help but to wrap her arms around him and kiss his lips softly. Uruha’s whole body swooned and stiffened at the feeling of her lips against his he held her tight. She pulled back from him, slid her hand down his body and cupped his jean covered package.
“We can do this anytime… but if you EVER tell Gackt again I will have your balls…” she squeezed her hand ever so slightly to secure her point “Understood?” he nodded. “Good… now go, I have to talk to Reita and we don’t need an audience,” she said with a grin placing a sweet kiss on his forehead and closing her bed room door.
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